LOGIN~Sienna~
“Come in.” I say as a knock sounds on my door. “Hey, sea…” Nova squeals, flashing a dramatic smile as she steps inside. My mouth falls open, watching her circle around my desk. “I—l didn’t expect to see you here.” I blurt, swallowing hard. “I didn’t know you visited your father. You never told me anything about his work.” She snorts, raises a brow and shrugs. “It’s just once a while. And about the work—I wanted to surprise you.” She beams. I can’t help but smile as she pulls me into a hug. “You look good babe.” Nova teases. “My executive secretary.” “I didn’t know you’d be working directly under my father. I just told him you had a degree in real estate and he that’s fine—he’d find something for you—“ “Wait—“ I interrupts. “Your dad knew I was applying before I even came?” Nova sighs, glancing side ways. “Yeah. But, I know you, Sienna. You’re good. If I could help, why not? Beside, you were interviewed and you did great.” I swallow, gripping the pen in my hands tightly, I just can’t wrap my head around it. He knew I was coming before I did and he’s been pulling the strings all along. “Sienna?” Nova calls, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Are you upset?” “What?” I gulp. “No—never. Thank you for believing in me by the way.” I joked lightly. She laughs, looping her arm through mine. “Leave work for now. It’s time for lunch. Come on—work isn’t going anywhere.” “Okay, okay.” I stand up, reaching for my bag. “No, leave that. It’s covered.” She says and tugging me out of the office. “I think I’m going to start wearing suit like you.” Nova says running her hands over her bodycon dress. “You look so hot and powerful—like…” she flips her hair and winks. My steps flatter for a second before matching her pace. “Why are we going to your father’s office? I thought we were going to lunch—“ “You’ll see.” She cuts in, punching the code without having to wait. This can’t be good, I know Nova means well but Norman’s another story entirely. The office is empty, and I sigh, relief washing over me, but only for a moment as Nova doesn’t stop. She pulls me deeper into the room, opening one of the doors at the far end. Inside sits Norman, his eyes locks on mine, lips twitching faintly. The hairs on the back of my neck rise, my stomach turns and I look away quickly. Three others chairs sits round the wooden table, dishes neatly spread on it. A private dining room, beautiful, elegant and small with a minibar along the wall. I don’t notice any of it, all I want is an excuse to escape this diner, but that’s like wishing for snow in summer. Nova pulls out a chair for me and grabs one for herself. “Mr. Garrison.” I murmur, taking a sit. His nostrils flare, eyes harden for a moment before they soften again. “Dad, I’m so happy Sienna’s working directly with you. Now I can be assured no one’s going to intimidate her,” Nova says brightly. “She’s my best friend—my sister from another mother.” I force a smile back at her, the chopsticks in my hand almost falls off. Nova takes a sips of her juice, and clears her throat. “Dad, don’t use that domineering boss attitude on my friend. Promise me you’ll take care of her?” I freeze, my gaze flickering up to his. He smirks. “Of course. Sienna’s good at what she does. She’s holding all the power.” “You see?” Nova giggles. “I told you it’s your brain that you got this job.” My throat tightens, and I choke on the bite of beef I’m chewing. “You okay?” Nova whispers, concern in her eyes. I nod quickly, and reach for the glass of water. “Are you better now?” Norman’s voice cuts in, deep and measured. I nod again, refusing to meet his gaze, Nova is oblivious, but I catch the meaning behind his words. How can he be calm and so bold, playing around even with his daughter right here. The rest of the meal passes in uneasy silence, and the moment Nova steps out, chattering about something she’s forgotten, I stand, ready to make my escape, but Norman is suddenly in front of me, blocking the way. His eyes narrowing at me, and I swallow, licking my suddenly dry lips. My heart races, sweat breaking down my spine. He groans, leaning closer as his hands comes to rest on the table, caging me in. I tried to move back but it’s futile, his breath fans my face, his legs brushes against mine. “What are you doing?” I whisper, my heart hammering fiercely. He smirks, then wrap his hand around my waist, the running the other over me, groping my butt, through my clothes. My body trembles, my stomach tightens in knot as my breath labors. “I’m taking care of you.” He murmurs, his tone low, his hands coming up, dangerously close to my tits. “I’m—I’m fine…. Mr. Garrison—“ I breathe, leaning back slightly, but he doesn’t move. “No. You’re not, but I can help you. If you scream my name the same way you did that night whiie you cum over my cock.” I gasp, my eyes widen as I look around. “Yeah. I can still hear your moans and screams ringing in my ears.” He growls, his chest rumbling. “The way your body responds to every of my touches. The way your greedy cunt takes me, over and over. Such an insatiable whore.” My face burns, he pulls me closer, cupping my tits in his hand. “Mmm…” I bite my lips, my eyes squeezing shut. Fuck! I can feel the dampness in my panties, my pussy pulsing, creaming my wetness and my body goes limp in his hands. His lips hovers around my neck, not touching but close enough to, his thump rubs over my nipples, it strains over my shirt, stone hard and painful. His name lingers on my tongue, my body begs for release, I want to moan out, I want to scream, but I’m scared. “I know you’re dripping and all freaking mess down there, that’s how dirty you are, but until you give me what I want—“ He kisses my neck, and thrust his hardness into my lower stomach. “You won’t be getting this.” I want to grab his neck in that moment and pull his lips to mine, spread my legs and let him use me to his desire. My whole body is trembling with need and abandon, my tits begs to be freed, to sucked. I want his lips everywhere, to forget my reason and lost myself in him. I slump back unto the table, face flush and heart racing. “Mr. Garrison—“ His jaw clenches, breath quickens. “Dad!” Nova voice breaks slices through the tension as the office door bangs open. My head jerks towards the door to the dining room, my body freezes in place. Norman turns away from me, but not before pinning me with a hard look. I stumble away from the table as if it burns my skin, and I plaster a smile I’m sure doesn’t reach my eyes as I face the door just as it opens. Nova enters, the excitement on her face fading as her gaze darts between us. Fuck—Fuck, fuck. God, please, not now, I tremble, my hands clench tightly behind me.~Sienna~A prickle of unease starts at the base of my spine. I wait ten minutes and try again. Still nothing. My heart starts a slow, heavy drumbeat against my ribs. "Maybe she’s just in a checkout line," I whisper, trying to soothe the rising panic.I return my focus to the babies, clearing off any negativity from my mind. Suddenly, my phone vibrates in my hand. It’s my mother’s caller ID."Mom! Where are you? I was getting worried," I say, the words rushing out.There’s a beat of silence. It’s not the sound of the mall. It’s a sterile, humming quiet, broken by the distant, beep of a monitor.I think I’m getting too much ahead of myself with these crazy thoughts. “Mom,” I call, softly. "Hello? Is this the daughter of Jane Davis?"The voice is male. Professional. Calm in a way that makes my blood turn to ice."Yes. This is Sienna. Who is this? Where is my mother?""Ms. Davis, my name is Dr. Oliver. I’m calling from the City Hospital emergency department. Your mother was involved in
~Sienna~The lunch rush at the small restaurant three blocks from the office is a deafening. Hums of clinking silverware and chatter, but Elias and I sit in a secluded booth in the far corner, where the world feels pin-drop silent. I’ve spent so long guarding the truth like a physical weight in my chest that now, as I prepare to let it spill, my hands are trembling so hard I have to tuck them under the table.Elias watches me, his expression patient but etched with a deep, lingering concern. "Sienna," he says softly, "you’re shaking. Whatever it is, you don’t have to force it. I don’t mind you not telling me."My hands tremble more. His blind trust in me is just too strong. It’s the more reason why I can’t continue to keep I’m in the dark. I take a deep breath, the scent of toasted bread and coffee suddenly making me lightheaded. "I had an affair with him, Elias. Years ago, when I was just a junior assistant at Gray Stone Luxury Real Estate and Hospitality."Elias doesn't blink, he b
~Sienna~Ever since Nova has got to know about the triplets, there’s hardly a day she doesn’t come over to the house. Most afternoons, after work at the studio, Nova’s sleek car pulls into the gravel driveway. She doesn't come empty-handed, she brings bags of organic purees, high-end wooden toys, and soft, cotton dresses that probably cost more than my first car.My mother was wary at first. She’s spent a year being the only gatekeeper to this world, but Nova’s sheer, relentless enthusiasm has worn her down."She has his hands," Nova whispers today, sitting cross-legged on the nursery rug with Nyomi. She’s holding a tiny bottle, her designer dress forgotten as she focuses entirely on the infant in her arms. "Look at the way she curls her fingers around the glass. This pinky finger is just like my father’s, Sienna. I could swear she’s even scowling like him."I lean against the doorframe, a basket of laundry balanced on my hip, and I can't help but smile. Seeing Nova here, getting alon
~Sienna~Nova nods, her eyes glassy. We get out of the car, and I lead her to the front door. My hand shakes as I turn the key. The moment the door swings open, the familiar sounds of home wash over us—the soft, constant thump-thump of a baby jumper and a high-pitched, delighted squeal from the living room.My mother appears in the hallway, wiping her hands on an apron. She stops dead when she sees Nova standing behind me. Her eyes dart to mine, wide with a silent question."It’s okay, Mom," I say, my voice thick. "She knows. Nova knows everything."My mother exhales a long, shaky breath and steps aside, her face softening into a look of pure pity and relief. Nova doesn’t wait for me to invite her in. She moves past me into the living room, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood before she stops at the open door way of the living room.I stand back, watching her.Noah is on his tummy, pushing himself up with surprisingly strong arms, his brow furrowed in concentration. Nyomi is sit
~Sienna~ The walk to the parking garage feels like a long mile. Nova doesn't say a word. She just walks ahead with a focused energy, her heels echoing like gunshots against the concrete. When we reach her car, she unlocks it with a shaky hand and practically dives into the driver's seat. I slide into the passenger side, my hands trembling. "Nova, talk to me. You’re scaring me." She doesn't speak. She just reaches into the envelope and pulls out a stack of perfectly shot photographs. She drops them into my lap as if they’re burning her fingers. I look down, and my world stops spinning. The first photo is of me at the beach, three weeks ago. I’m laughing, wiping Noah mouth as he keeps munching on the food. The second is of my mother, pushing the triple-stroller through the grass. The third is a close-up of Naysa’s face as she sleeps in her car seat. There are more. Me entering my house. My mother carrying a bag of diapers. A shot of the three of them together on a blanket in the bac
~Sienna~I duck behind a large display of rocking chairs, my heart hammering so hard I’m sure he can hear it. I’m clutching the baby clothes to my chest like they’re a shield. "Will there be anything else today?" the clerk asks."Actually," Norman pauses. I can hear the rustle of his coat. "Show me those hand-knit blankets in the window. The white ones."No. No, no, no. Those blankets are right next to where I’m crouching.I see his polished black shoes move across the floor. He stops less than five feet away from me. I hold my breath, squeezing my eyes shut. I can smell him—that scent of mint and expensive rain that I breathed in during those long nights in the hospital. It’s so close I could reach out and touch the hem of his trousers."They're beautiful, aren't they?" the clerk says. "Perfect for a christening or a first homecoming.""They look... soft," Norman says. There’s a strange, distant quality to his voice. "I remember when my daughter was born. Everything was so small. Yo
~Sienna~I hear the loud clanging of metals banging against each other as I enter the building. The air is dusty and tight, someone could get sick standing here for too long.I pull up the nose mask on my face, and rub my head, walking further into the building .I wish I wasn’t here.I love my job
~Sienna~I tighten my hands on the cover, nestling deeper into bed and my body shivers from the chilly feeling. I feel so fucking cold without a reason now I’m scared I’m coming down with flu or malaria maybe.This isn’t how I plan on spending my weekend, yes, I want to stay home but not in bed all
~Sienna~I don’t think Norman is serious when he asks me to accompany him to the airport. He brings me along in the car and instructs the driver to take me to my destination before going back to the company.I watch him disappear through the doors, knowing he’ll be on the plane soon and I won’t be
~Sienna~“Come over here,” Norman says as the door closes behind me.His jacket is discarded somewhere on the couch, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his forearms. He leans into his seat, his eyes trailing my every step.“Here,” he parts his thigh, shifting back his chair for more room.I walk







